The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter

The entire fucking night, Blue wouldn’t let me touch her.

Nope.

My wife had made her life mission to slowly torture me to death. I’d tossed and turned for a few hours thinking about all the things I could have done to her, but I’d brought this situation onto myself and it killed me not knowing how long she was going to torture me like this, might as well stab me with a knife.

I woke up to the sound of the shower turning on. I saw her chemise lying on the floor, and I instantly turned harder thinking of her and climbed out of bed. I decided to take my chances as I walked to the bathroom and tried the sliding doors but they wouldn’t budge. The glass was fogged up with the steam and her delicate nude form was partly visible.

I knocked on the glass door. “Blue...”

“Go away.”

“Baby, please let me inside.”

“I told you to leave.” She said adamantly.

What the hell?

I wasn’t really experienced a whole lot where marriage was concerned, but I’d seen my mom fight with dad at night and then when they woke up in the morning, it was almost like the fight even didn’t take place. Shouldn’t this situation be the same? Why was Blue holding it against me?

Right.

The baby.

My wife didn’t care about money, parties, heck, not even the diamonds. All she cared about was having a baby and I’d been a total douche-canoe and refused her the one thing she wanted the most.

What else could I do? She’d married a poor man, she knew that. She also knew how I had to study and work my ass off at the same time, and yet she couldn’t see the logic behind it. All that mattered was a baby.

“Blue,” I said softly.

The door didn’t open and I knew at that time that I wasn’t getting any pussy anytime soon. I was starting to feel sorry for my dick, literally.

I decided to give Blue some space, I knew she’d come around. I needed to sit her down and explain the situation again and pray that she understood. The chances of her understanding were nil. She was acting like a kid who had been denied their favorite candy, and throwing a tantrum was the only way she was going to get it.

We had the town mayor’s barbecue dinner tonight, it was casual night so I’d gone with a simple checkered shirt over jeans. Blue was wearing a lovely pink off-shoulder dress that made her look like an innocent angel. The dress complemented her creamy complexion. I watched her from the doorway as she tied her long hair in a pony-tail with a pink satin ribbon on it.

She caught me staring, blinked and then looked back into her reflection in the mirror.

This was our first fight as a married couple, and hopefully the last because truthfully it sucked.

“Blue, can we talk?” I asked.

“Can we have a baby?”

I blew out a breath. “I told you we can’t.”

“Then there’s nothing to talk about, Hunter.” She said in a flat response.

“Why is it so hard for you to understand? A baby is not a plaything or a toy. A baby comes with a lot of responsibilities, Blue.”

“I never said babies were playthings. We’re married. You told me that if we married, we could have a baby.”

“Is that why you married me? Just because you wanted a baby? Is that the only reason?”

“Of course it’s not. You’re aware why we got married.” She said and then her bottom lip trembled. “You killed my child.” She said quietly, trying to wipe her tears.

My mouth remained slack open. “What?”

“You gave me that pill yesterday and tried to kill my baby!”

I looked heavenward for the first time in months. “Blue, there’s no baby in there.”

liar!”

I’m not lying. The pill prevents pregnancy, not kill babies.” I clarified again as I walked to her and placed both my hands on

down on her cheeks when I reached

long are you going to keep this up?” I asked coldly because I couldn’t keep the frustration out of

look at me, slid off her panties, and picked up her dress in her tiny fist, it bunched up near her waist. She lied down on the bed

“What are you doing?”

is what you want, don’t

fuck?!” I snarled through gritted teeth. “Yes, I want to have sex with you but not when you’re crying and sobbing like this. Jesus.

sat upright. “I’m not

“What did he say?”

the

care what your brother says. But we’re not going to

of the room and slammed the door behind

* * *

his wife were warm and welcoming people. They

younger than me, and I remembered playing with him when we were kids. As a kid, he used to be a chubby big mouth who liked to pick his nose often. Hannah hated

James appeared different after all these years.

Blue called out loudly, pointing at

looking at us and realized that we weren’t yet back on talking terms.

was. “Listen, Blue. People are going to ask you questions, if you don’t know the answer, just don’t say anything. Okay? And no talking about anything that happens in our

“Okay.” She agreed.

off-limits,

“I do.”

“Alright, good girl.”

She led her away to introduce her to the other ladies of the town, leaving me all alone to look out

go with it. The waiter poured me a generous amount of

“Enjoying the party?”

into a familiar pair of soft brown eyes, “Viviana, nice to see you after a

was trouble with a

crop top that showed off her skin. Her short black hair grazed her shoulders. Her eyes moved from the bottom to the top, “Same here.” She clinked our

mayor. She was the same age as my older brother Ryan, about three years older than me, but when we were kids, and played house, she insisted that I play her

Summer vacations were fun.

wife,” Vi told me. “Cute as

“Thanks.”

as if that was the funniest line anyone ever used. I threw her

a jealous

laugher up. “Oh god, Hunt. I was kidding. But seriously, she’s making the ladies laugh, and I’m pretty sure she’s going to get some birthday party gigs

please

doing what?” She asked

trying to act funny because you’re not,” I said and walked away from there when all I wanted to do was put my

and Vi as I could, but she followed me

me alone!” I hissed at her, taking a

Hunt. I didn’t mean to upset you.” She made a pout face. She

so fucking spoilt. I thought maybe, just maybe she’d matured over the years.

have you been up to

she didn’t

you weren’t the type with too many aspirations

fuck

and waved her

decided to ignore it. It’s not like Vi was going to be my neighbor anyway. She liked to make herself feel superior by putting others down, and I knew if she was a man, my fists would have loved to

get out of this party? You know, like somewhere

her a look that asked ‘Are

“Hell no,” I said.

Hunt. We can have a little fun, especially when your wife is going

It had probably been two minutes, tops, that I’d taken my gaze off her, and now she was standing there by the tree talking to a tall, blond guy. And she was laughing. I watched as the guy placed a hand on her shoulder, and then he casually started leading her away from